my dad used to tell me about love
not to rush into it
to take your time
"be sure before you jump into it, son"

three years later
i see he wasn't just a hater
he speaks wise words
i should listen more often

i should do a lot of things
i shouldn't cling
i shouldn't cry
should i?
i should.

but i can't.

no time, no tears
i paused from the lack of you

my heart still skips a beat
when you send a message,
my phone goes beep beep.

          we're just friends now,
          why does my heart miss beats
          when i hear your beeps?

                  why am i not over you?
                  why can't i stop,
                  stop feeling...

                           feelings so strong, like a thumb
                           hovering over
                                    your name.

what we had
i realise
means more to me than i thought

heartbroken over love
that hadn’t even begun
an ending, so suddenly sprung

the biggest part of who i am
lies in who i could be
but am not

love and hate
here or there
to be or not
be your best, try to care